Nine Beast Novels & Stories

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

Ronan didn’t hesitate. His body cracked and bent, the shift overtaking him in one fluid, violent motion. His skin split open like a second birth, revealing the beast beneath—taller than any normal wolf, monstrous and terrifying with fur black as midnight, hooked claws, demon horns, and glowing eyes that promised death. His roar shattered the forest. The first rogue sprinted straight at him, thinking brute force would be enough. It wasn’t. Ronan met him mid-leap, caught his skull between his jaws, and crushed it like an overripe melon. Blood sprayed across the snow in a thick arc as he tossed the corpse aside with a flick of his neck.

“We have received a missive from the King of Wolves.” My father began, each word precise, as my siblings and I stood before him in his library. “He has decreed that one of my beloved daughters is to wed the Beast of Northshore.” A sharp collective intake of breath followed his words. My own breath caught in my throat as I remembered all the whispered rumors I'd heard about the Beast of Northshore. They said he was one of the three princes who had gone feral during the war, brought back by magic or sheer will, but never quite the same afterward.

I texted, "Well. I… vented the way you think." We fell silent. Venting beastkin were part of an illegal industry, usually involving kidnapping young beastkin or buying low-grade beastkin at low prices. They were then put through a brutal selection process to single out the beastkin with strong bodies and rapid healing abilities to be selected as venting beastkin. Those who passed end up as human punching bags. Venting beastkin were used for torture, beatings, and stress relief. Some were forced into underground arenas for gladiator-style duels. These beastkin, though pitiful, were widely regarded as wild and untamable.

I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling. If I wrote this up properly, if I ran a full controlled study here at Helix Institute, we might finally have an answer to the berserk problem. Thousands of soldiers. Millions of beastmen across the Star Union. All of them slowly losing their minds to the contamination, and here was the first real cure anyone had ever found. But a study meant reports. Reports meant review boards. Review boards meant questions. Where did the samples come from? Who prepared them? Can we meet the source?

This is a Piasa Bird, which is Allan's spiritual beast. Last but definitely not least is Nike's spiritual beast called Nian. This beast though has a body of a bull, with a flat-face lion head with a sharp horn on it and a prominent incisor Each of the spiritual beasts of the group was already in full display. It was a pity that only Niccoli cannot summon his. One reason is that he refuses to sign a contract with any magical beast before and insists on keeping Luna. But Monami is not in a good condition as of the moment to accompany him, and so he will be riding with his Brother Nike.

Darrion commented, hugging his bag and looking at Jai. Jai stared back at him. “Clearly. They’re just kids. I don’t think I can stay calm if I see giant chickens running havoc and hurting my friends.” Darrion chuckled. “Orange Beak bird beasts,” he seemingly corrected. “But yeah, they DO look like giant chickens. Just, too big. And too puffy. Even Ostrobo’s appearance makes much more sense.” “Ostrobo?” Jai asked. “Ah they’re like, giant chickens too. But they have longer feet, round beak, and can run fast,” Darrion said.

Fane estimated that it was probably either the second or third place among the five beasts. Fane had never seen any of the other beasts before. He could not find an answer even after going through the memories that were left for him. The few beasts all had their own shapes and forms. There was a large rat, but it was dozens of times larger than any ordinary rat. There was one with the head of a lion that looked incredibly robust. At that moment, the skull-masked caretaker said again, "Just like before, you have five minutes to choose. After five minutes, you have to choose one beast to fight against"

Breathing in fast paces, still staring at me, yet, like I was a foreign entity. “Bastard.” He suddenly seethed, in a doubled voice. “What? Who are you talking about?” I cried out, pouting my lips in hurt at his sudden state. “Teta…” He trailed his father’s name out fiercely, hands in defense like he was protecting himself from something. When he transformed, his beast stood up, pouncing on the floor in a heavy thud. As he did, broken shambles followed, destroying the entire piece and everything that it entailed.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.